Poems describing the beauty of moonlight (these three ancient poems about moonlight)

Natsume Soseki, a foreign writer, used to be an English teacher at school. In a class, he translated a short passage for students. In the article, the hero and heroine are walking under the moon, and the hero says "I love you", which is directly translated into "I love you" by some students. After reading it, Natsume Soseki said that the expression of orientals has always been implicit, and they will not say it directly. It should be euphemistically translated as "the moonlight is really beautiful tonight". We also have a tradition of relying on the moon to express our feelings. Among many ancient poems, there are too many poems describing moonlight. Have you read these three ancient poems about the moon?

1. Li Qingzhao fell in love at first sight

Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Li Qingzhao was a famous graceful poetess in Song Dynasty. She and her husband, Zhao Mingcheng, have deep feelings, while her husband is an official abroad, and they have lived together for many years. She can only express her full of lovesickness by going upstairs to look at the moon and writing poems. The fragrance of lotus root is fading, and the poet is boating on the water, watching the clouds rolling in the sky, hoping that Hongyan will pass by and bring her husband's letter. Finally, he expected a flock of geese, and suddenly realized that it was getting late, a lonely moon was hanging in the air, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the cold west building. Under the moonlight, the flowers fall silently, the water flows unintentionally, and some of them are just homesick and carefree. No one appreciates such a beautiful moonlight, it is so lonely. No wonder the woodpecker Ishikawa wrote a poem, "The moon soaked the roof tiles after the rain, and there was light everywhere, and it looked very sad."

2. Su Shi divination operator

The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.

At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.

Su Shi is a valuable generalist. He was once exiled to Huizhou because he was angered by the court's framing. However, as long as people are talented, there are many followers everywhere. When I was in Huizhou, there was a woman who loved Su Shi and often lingered outside his window. But Su Shi was over 50 years old at that time, because there was no hope of returning to the DPRK after being relegated. So she married that woman, married a son of Wang Xing, and left Huizhou after the poet left. Many years later, the poet revisited his hometown and saw only a handful of loess. He was very sad and wrote this poem. It's late autumn, leaves are falling, and a waning moon is hanging on the plane tree of Xiao Suo. It was not until late at night that my heart gradually calmed down. I looked up at the window and saw a woman, silent and unwilling to leave for a long time, just like the misty swan goose. Now that I think about it, everyone has left, only resentment is left in the air, and the moonlight shines on the cold branches and sandbars, which is cold.

3. Yan Dao Ji Lin Jiangxian

After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.

I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

Yan has four touching love stories, and the gentle Xiaoping is his beloved confidante. One year, Yan Hui visited his mother in his hometown, met Xiaoping, the daughter of the county magistrate, and gradually developed feelings. Soon, the poet will return to Beijing on vacation, say goodbye with tears, and meet again when he returns. I don't know, when the poet happily returned to his hometown, things have changed and Xiaoping's family has also changed. After she sold herself to bury her father, she became a geisha. I don't know where she is. The poet sent his father away, revisited the old place, and wet his clothes with tears, condensing his feelings into this song "Que Lin Jiang Xian". When I woke up after drinking, I saw the balcony locked high and the curtains hung low. Last spring's resentment annoyed me. In the drizzle, the petals of rustling fall, and I am alone under the flowers, watching the swallows fly in pairs. I remember seeing Xiaoping for the first time. She wore exquisite Luo clothes and played pipa to tell the taste of lovesickness. At that time, the moon was so bright, and she went home as beautiful as a colorful cloud in the moonlight. # Poetry #